ANTHONY'S P.O.V
I do not know why I couldn't resist myself from staring in that lady's direction. The whole time she stood at the altar talking, insulting me, and staining my image before the people, I did not mind what she said since they weren't true of course.
Daisy was dressed in a purple straight gown, it picked out her slender picture so well she looked like one of those models in the magazine, and although I couldn't describe her from away, I better not try anything.
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When I kept looking at Daisy, I noticed that she had that feeling that someone's eyes were on her and when she turned, she was faced with me.
She didn't like me as hated my guts yet she kept peeping at me at any giving opportunity. I was faced with her hard hazel eyes, it was so beautifully carved.
Then, the
